A Dying Flame

Pierce the heart of a dragon

And may the blood of this noble creature

Purify the celestial dream that we wander in

Because the truth that ripples in our lost reality

Burns like the wings of a dying phoenix  

So that we may continue to lie to ourselves

For endings and beginnings

Are two of the same coin

One that is dressed with the face of god

As well as the same that harbors the image of that which is evil

For this reason

To whom knows better to be reborn from the flame

But the beast that is buried within its ashes

Perhaps it maybe him that breaths fire into this world

Whose sacred vitality may indeed restore and renew our prayers

Therefore beneath his skin lies our salvation

Within his veins is the wisdom of endless ancient kings

Thus a holy sacrifice that should not be needed

But that would be only if

Man would awaken himself to an everlasting emptiness

~ Take of this fruit, and a dragon shall appear.

Survive the dragon's wrath, and all of fear will disappear.~

~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~